Bearing the bandages, water and sponge,Straight and swift to my wounded I go,...Where they lie on the ground after the battle brought in,Where their priceless blood reddens the grass the ground,Or to the rows of the hospital tent, or under the roof'd hospital,To the long rows of cots up and down each side I return,To each and all one after another I draw near, not one do I miss,An attendant follows holding a tray, he carries a refuse pail,Soon to be fill'd with clotted rags and blood, emptied, and fill'dagain.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay;Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way...Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side,The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kedron stream....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

He who has been impoverished for a long time ... who has long stood before the door of the mighty in darkness and begged for alms,... has filled his heart with bitterness so that it resembles a sponge full of gall; he knows about the injustice and folly of all human action and sometimes his lips tremble with rage and a stifled scream.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »